Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 302 Yun Ming: Investigate! Investigate thoroughly!
Lu Jun's smile froze instantly, and his mind went blank.

A soft touch, a mixture of coolness and amazing elasticity, came from my cheek, and a faint electric current instantly coursed through my body.

Lu Jun's cheeks, ears, and neck turned bright red instantly, like a boiled shrimp.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he suddenly leaped back a large step, his back slamming against the desk with a thud. He frantically covered the spot where he had been kissed, his voice trembling.

"Ouch! What...what are you doing?"

Seeing Lu Jun's flustered, embarrassed, and blushing appearance, Hyotei was taken aback at first, then put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes dramatically with an air of self-righteousness:

"I'm kissing you to express my gratitude."

She gave me a look that said, "Why are you making such a fuss?"

"Don't you humans express affection and gratitude with kisses? Why are you so shy? Are you even a man?"

"me……"

Lu Jun was speechless, covering his burning cheeks, looking at the seemingly innocent but actually wicked 400,000-year-old ferocious beast in front of him, he was almost in tears.

Is Hyotei really that clueless, or are they doing it on purpose?
but……

Why is the defense of the Tang Clan headquarters so weak?

Lu Jun calmed down and sensed that something was amiss.

Besides the Amorous Douluo, who is a Limit Douluo, the only other person in charge of the Tang Sect headquarters is Tang Hao.

Besides that, there aren't many other Super Douluo at all.

There are only five or six titled Douluo.

This doesn't look like a heavily guarded headquarters base at all.

Could it be that the Tang Sect really relies so heavily on its technological defense capabilities?
Lu Jun scratched his head, increasingly unable to understand.

Forget it.

That's it for now, let's get started.

……

Shrek City, Tang Clan Headquarters.

The steel fortress that once symbolized the Tang Clan's supreme authority and secret power has now been completely reduced to a desolate, smoke-filled wasteland.

Although most of the thick ice had melted away, the lingering, bone-chilling cold still permeated the air, mixed with the pungent smells of burnt metal, congealed blood, and leaking soul energy, creating a nauseating aura of death.

Yun Ming, along with a group of Sea God Pavilion elders whose auras were solemn and whose faces were ashen, descended upon this devastated land like several thunderbolts tearing through the night.

The sight before them made even these seasoned experts, who were used to all sorts of storms, gasp in shock.

Broken walls and rubble, twisted alloy pipes exposed like the remains of a giant beast, flickering with ominous electric sparks.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of ice shards and metal scraps, which made a teeth-grinding crunching sound when stepped on.

Even more shocking was the sight of corpses scattered all over the ground.

Countless corpses.

Disciples dressed in Tang Sect uniforms, and even some elders with powerful auras...

They were in various poses, some frozen in battle stances like ice sculptures, others lying twisted and mutilated in pools of blood and ice shards.

Many of the corpses were covered with a thin layer of ice, their faces frozen with the extreme fear and horror of their impending death.

The entire ruins were eerily silent, save for the mournful howl of the cold wind whistling through the gaps in the metal, like the lament of the dead. "Save them, quick!" Yun Ming's voice was filled with unprecedented urgency and heaviness.

His eyes, which seemed capable of holding the stars and the sea, were now bloodshot and filled with unbelievable rage.

Without him needing to say anything more, the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li, who followed closely behind and was hailed as the number one healing-type Soul Master on the continent, had already emitted a dazzling and warm golden holy light.

Her Martial Soul, the Prayer Angel, appeared behind her, its holy radiance like a warm tide, instantly dispelling the biting cold of a large area and enveloping the survivors who still had faint breaths.

Yali's face no longer held its usual gentleness and softness, but was instead filled with solemnity and pity.

With her hands forming a mudra, pure life energy poured down like sweet rain, precisely infusing each endangered life form.

At this moment, the Holy Spirit Douluo is racing against time to save his life from the clutches of death.

The other elders of the Sea God Pavilion immediately dispersed, unleashing their full soul power to search for survivors in the ruins, clear blocked passages, stabilize the crumbling structure, and at the same time suppress the raging soul-guiding energy leaking out due to the core's destruction to prevent a secondary explosion.

Soon, the amorous Douluo Zang Xin, who was seriously injured and unconscious and deeply embedded in the icy alloy wall, was carefully dug out.

His battle armor mask shattered completely, revealing a face as pale as paper, stained with dried blood, and his breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

Seeing his old friend, with whom he had fought side by side for many years, in such a miserable state, Yun Ming's fists clenched so tightly that they cracked, and his knuckles turned white.

When the preliminary loss assessment report was tremblingly handed over by the surviving high-ranking Soul Master, the entire scene fell into silence.

The cold, hard data in the report pierced everyone's heart.

The confirmed death toll has exceeded a thousand, including many core combatants at the level of Soul Kings and even Title Douluos.

The number of people who were seriously injured or slightly injured was countless.

Not to mention that more than 80% of the core soul guidance facilities were completely destroyed or frozen and scrapped.

Including the energy core, main control center, cutting-edge soul-guided laboratory, top-secret database...

The Tang Clan's accumulated technological achievements and core data, built up over ten thousand years, suffered a devastating blow.

According to the survivors, the monstrous legions of frost-formed monsters were endless and utterly fearless of death. They were frenzied, slaughtering anyone they encountered. This legion came in various forms, like undead crawling out of hell, carrying out their carnage and destruction with maximum efficiency.

Strength ranges from the lowest Soul Master level to terrifying beings at the Limit Douluo level!
The attack method is simple and brutal. Wherever it goes, terrifying frost freezes almost everything. Even all technological equipment is useless in the face of this domineering ice attribute.

Upon hearing this, Yun Ming's face darkened.

"Frost...monster?"

He repeated himself slowly and deliberately, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, containing a raging fury powerful enough to freeze magma.

The simple white-clad assassin moved without wind, and an invisible, terrifying pressure that seemed capable of crushing the heavens spread uncontrollably, distorting the surrounding space.

"Good, very good, excellent."

Yun Ming suddenly raised his head, his gaze like two unsheathed divine swords, piercing through the gloom above the ruins and pointing straight to the sky.

"Even Brother Zang suffered such a cruel fate... This hatred is irreconcilable."

"Investigate! Investigate this thoroughly, at all costs!"

"Use all resources and all hidden connections. Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground and search the entire continent, we must find the mastermind behind this!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling killing intent that resonated clearly in the ears of every survivor and every elder of the Sea God Pavilion.

Then, Yun Ming's voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"Then...make him pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold, even ten thousandfold price!!!"

(End of this chapter)